Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that smells like it came from the elemental plane of meat.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A wrought-iron gate
A hypnoglyph
An MRI Magnet
A Medusa Emerald
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A "Mr. Meat" bagel sandwich from the Bagel Street Deli in Athens, Ohio
An Unopened and Weirdly Heavy Can of New Coke
A farmer's trophy for being "out standing in your field"
A sphere of clear polystyrene from the stomach of a man who ate coffee cups
A ziploc bag with a bit of white residue

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